I miss not holding your hand,
as the trees change colour and the wind chills the bone…
I miss being huddled together in the park,
an afternoon walk cut short by quiet whispers in lovers code…
I miss never having tea with you,
sitting cross legged on a porch and sipping something sweet.

And the artifice is gone, and nothing is all that’s left…

I miss not having gone to church with you,
and an afternoon nap where we didn’t have to say a word…
I miss seeing your sleeping form,
as I stay up late polishing a project and smiling to myself…
I miss never knowing the closeness,
that you and I have needed so much…

And being alone now makes it clear, that being surrounded isn’t the same, as being near you…

I miss listening to music,
and dancing to a song that makes me want to cry…
I miss the things we might have done,
the places we could have gone, the food we would have eaten…
I miss you, and wonder…
will you ever miss me?